Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.